Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
I feel like a pupa that's 
about to take flight,
Es ist, als wäre ich eine
gerade entpuppte Larve.
Me siento como una crisálida 
a punto de emprender vuelo
Me siento como una crisálida 
a punto de emprender vuelo
je vois clairement
le monde qui m’entoure
me sinto como uma 
crisálida prestes a voar